“Start!”Four seconds pass.“Stop!”“What letter?”“M.”“Impossible! How did you count the alphabets so fast?”“I’m a smarty okay? And you can’t count alphabets. They’re not numbers IDIOT!”“M’aaaaaaaaaaaaam! <insert name here> called me IDIOT.”*The whole class spontaneously bursts into laughter*Alphabets were the trajectory, proper and common nouns were the ammunitions and us, the royal admirals of our free periods. No words were too sacred. No rules too grounded. Ah, the spoils of war.